The Velvet Telegram ain’t no run-of-the-mill newsletter.
No hacks. No hype. No hollow takes.
Instead, I promise you my spirit and signal, for forever and a day.
Telegrams are shimmers in the fog.
Hushed whispers in the dark.
Born of chaos and moonlight. Laced with devotion, rebellion, myth, and the occasional unhinged howl. Part confessional, part campfire, part map of the liminal.
Ensconced in velvet, shrouded in smoke.
Always written with devotion (and a little delirium) for:
Those looking for the truth of who they are
Those who create because they’ll rot if they don’t
Those who ache to be seen in full
Telegrams are best read slowly.
Let them linger. Let them bite.
Let them leave a mark.
So light a candle.
And enjoy the unravelling.
With love from your mirror,
~ Alexander
🖤🔥
P.S. If you feel the pull to wander deeper, The Velvet Telegram lives within a larger world known as Emberbrook: a realm for dreamers and rogues, founders and creators, stitched together from moonlight, memory, and mischief. Have a poke around.
